[reporter] For anyone looking for a stylish new haircut this weekend,
you might want to head to downtown Overpert,
where the salon Styletto is celebrating their fifth anniversary.
We wanted to celebrate our fifth birthday
with our clients who've supported us all along,
um, by giving them haircuts on the house.
And we're offering potential customers a free glass of champagne.
So, yeah, a free haircut and some champagne.
[reporter] Marco and Sabien have two reasons to celebrate.
[Marco] We are also celebrating life, because Sabien is back.
Those who have known us a while
can tell you that Styletto's real five-year anniversary came a year ago.
But, uh, I mean, due to...
Well, due to Sabien's health issues, she wasn't always here.
We put off all the festivities until she was here.
Um, without Sabien, there's no Styletto.
[Sabien] I feel great, and it's an amazing day.
Being back in the salon with my clients,
doing what I love the most, shampoo, color, and blowouts...
Yeah, I'm just happy to be back and working again.
[Marco] And we have other dreams.
I was thinking of maybe even starting a shampoo line of my own,
and possibly even a second location.
Oh, baby, that's so sweet. Oh my gosh, thank you, darling girl.
[Sabien] Without my dear Marco, I wouldn't be able to handle all of this.
- He's my rock. - And you're my rock.
So much here to celebrate.
[interviewer] What's your secret?
Well, always dream.
And every day, dance together. That's it.
♪ Oh, love me once, love me twice Take me to your paradise ♪
{an8}♪ Hold me close to your heart tonight ♪
{an8}♪ Is your love in vain Do I stand a chance ♪
{an8}♪ You hold me so tight I will keep you satisfied ♪
{an8}♪ Oh, my darling ♪
{an8}Uh-uh-uh. Not now, dear.
{an8}[Sabien laughing]
{an8}[doorbell rings]
{an8}Hi.
{an8}I'm wondering if I might sleep here tonight?
{an8}[suspenseful music playing]
{an8}I just don't feel like I can be at home right now.
{an8}[Sabien] Oh, sweetie.
{an8}Sure, no problem.
{an8}You know that.
{an8}Thanks.
{an8}Yeah, but tell us what happened. I mean, are you fighting?
{an8}Yeah, but I'm not really ready to be talking it over right now,
{an8}if that's all right.
{an8}[Sabien] Mmm, sure.
{an8}- Our home is yours, you know that. - [Danielle] Yeah.
{an8}- Marco, isn't that right? - Of course. Of course.
{an8}Want anything besides water? Something to eat?
{an8}No...
{an8}No, I think I would like to go to bed. I'm really beat. Is that okay?
{an8}Yeah, sure, sure. If that's what you want, sure.
[upbeat ringtone playing]
[silences phone]
- Uh, does Ferry know you're here? - No.
No. I don't want to have anything to do with him right now.
Okay.
I'll go get the room ready.
[tense music playing]
FERRY: THE SERIES
Did she say anything?
[Sabien] Shh! No. Nothing.
She was acting kinda odd.
He wouldn't hurt her, would he, Marco?
Ferry? I mean, he really loves her.
Yeah, I can't really imagine.
- So what's going on? - I don't know.
Anything I should've been told?
Like what?
Is there another woman?
Well, how would I know that?
Who knows what you talk about in that man cave with Ferry?
Hey, Sabien,
I had nothing to do with this.
I don't know shit about anything.
[line beeping]
[Danielle] Hi, this is Danielle's voice mail.
Please leave a message at the beep.
[beep]
[phone ringing]
Daan?
[Marco] No, it's Marco.
Hey.
Hey, uh, sorry to be calling so late,
but I wanted to let you know
that Danielle is here with us,
if you're looking for her.
Couldn't she tell me herself?
She... asked if she could sleep here.
Why?
I don't know, Fer.
She said that she didn't want to be home by herself or something.
She seemed kind of confused.
Okay.
Did anything happen, Fer?
Ah...
I may have an idea.
[tense music plays]
Uh-huh.
So is it private,
or... is it work?
Put her on the phone.
Um, well... actually, she's already asleep.
Okay.
Yeah. I think it's best if you let her sleep now.
It's kind of late.
Uh, maybe call back tomorrow.
[distressing music continuing]
Sure. I'll call in the morning.
Thank you, though.
[somber music playing]
[gentle birdsong]
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - [Ricardo] Hey, asshole.
You know what time it is? Huh?
Uh...
Time to make some money, dude.
Um...
I've been calling Arie Tack's list. We're meeting someone today.
Well, uh, today doesn't work for me.
Don't give me your bullshit.
We have a meeting set up. Pick me up at 2:00.
[sighs] Yeah, all right.
[line beeping]
[Danielle] Hi, this is Danielle's voice mail.
Please leave a message at the beep.
[beep]
Hey. Good morning.
Good morning.
How'd you sleep on that mattress?
- Oh... - My back always hurts when I sleep there.
When I drink a lot, I guess I snore like a pig.
And Sabien kicks me out.
Yeah, you know how it is.
- I slept pretty well. - Ah.
Hey, sweetie.
[doorbell rings]
Who's that?
Ferry, maybe?
What?
No.
How would he know I'm here?
I...
I called him last night.
He might have been worried otherwise.
But I told you I didn't want him here, remember?
- You did not. - Uh...
- [doorbell rings] - [Ferry knocking on door]
- [Ferry] Marco? - No, no, no, don't open it.
- I said I don't want him here. - Okay, yeah.
[doorbell rings]
- Oh God, Marco, just sit down! - I'm just gonna take a peek.
What the hell is going on?
Why didn't you answer the door?
- [Marco] I... - It wasn't Marco's fault.
I don't want to see you right now.
Why?
What'd I do now?
- I told you I solved the problem. - I don't want to talk about it. Go away.
I'm not going anywhere till I know what this is. I'm your husband.
[emphatically] Go away now!
- Maybe it's not the right time... - Stop this shit. Come back to the house.
- I am not going. - Then what's going on?
- Ferry... - You stay out of it!
I know what happened in Amsterdam.
What?
What happened to Jason and Davy.
Yeah.
You want to talk about that?
Talk about it.
What happened in Amsterdam?
[Marco] Fer...
- You all right? - Mmm...
Hey, wait up, man.
What was that about, Ferry?
- It's in the past. - Something with the business?
- Should I be worried? - Not now, Marco. Leave it alone.
But Fer, please tell me. This is hard for me too.
Leave it alone, Marco!
I have to go.
[engine turns over]
God fucking damn it!
[Lars] This is Lars. I'm not here. Leave a message.
Lars, goddamn it!
What the hell did you say to Danielle about me? Call me now!
Fucking shit!
She's upstairs.
Jesus.
What was that?
Amsterdam?
- You know what he's talking about? - No. No.
- I've never seen him act like that. - No.
It's weird, huh?
I'll stay here with Danielle. Maybe later she'll talk about it.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I'm going to Styletto. Get paperwork for the bookkeeper.
Is that okay?
Yeah, but can you please hold me for a minute? I need it.
- I'm not feeling so great. - Oh, sweetheart.
[Marco sighs]
I love you.
Love you too.
[door chime ringing]
[door opens, chimes]
Sorry, I'm afraid we're not open.
- [woman] Mister Grootaers? - Yeah?
Els Siegert, National Drug Agency.
We'd like to have a chat with you at the bureau.
Oh?
Uh, what is it?
We have some questions about your company, Marcosmetics.
What questions do you have?
It won't take long. Come with me?
Yeah...
Uh... Uh, may I have a lawyer?
[menacing music droning]
Well, of course you can.
But just come along with me
and call them on the way to the bureau, yeah?
[menacing music intensifies]
[door chimes]
- Willemijn. - Hey, Marco. Are you all right?
- Oh, I... I think so. You're the lawyer. - Yeah, they didn't tell me anything.
Why'd they bring you here? Did they arrest you?
No. No, they wanted to ask me a few questions about Marcosmetics.
Okay, anything I need to know?
Don't think so. No.
No VAT fraud, no large cash transactions, anything like that?
[haltingly] No. No.
Good, then. Keep your answers short.
Better to say too little than too much, okay?
Yeah.
[Siegert] Marcosmetics. Nice name.
Thank you.
Yeah, international allure.
Grand plans?
We're just getting started, so we'll see.
Um, it's based on my name.
[Siegert] Mm-hmm.
[nervously] We sell cosmetics. So, yeah. We call it Marcosmetics.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. The name does make sense, yeah.
And recently, Marcosmetics ordered a large quantity of sassafras oil,
so I'm told.
For what purpose?
Uh, it's fragrance.
[chuckles] But other products are fragrant too.
[sputtering] Yeah, but sassafras...
Sassafras has some very nourishing qualities.
Well you may know that sassafras can be used in the making of precursors.
Those are the raw materials used
in the production of synthetic drugs like Ecstasy.
Uh...
I... don't make anything at all but shampoo.
You ordered 1,000 liters of sassafras.
Uh, that's quite a lot of bottles of shampoos, right?
It's being used at my salon, and I want to start a line of my own.
Yeah, yeah. Um...
Styletto.
- Is that... - The name, yeah.
You're partners there with your wife, Sabien?
[Marco] Mm-hmm.
Is she also involved in the production of the shampoo?
No, my wife doesn't have any part in shampoo.
It's a side project for myself.
Oh, yeah, yeah...
So tell me, who is this Ferry Bouman?
[foreboding music playing]
He's an old friend.
And his wife is Danielle, who works as a hairdresser in my salon.
You're aware that he has a criminal record?
Assault, among many other things?
No, I didn't know.
I haven't... Uh, I don't know him that way.
Are you in business together?
No.
But he's aware of the shampoo you manufacture?
Yeah, he's aware. Well, I mean, as a friend.
Um, this is an SMS from Mr. Bouman to you last week.
"When can I pick up the coconut oil from you?"
"Have some urgent cooking."
Is that a coded message?
Mr. Bouman's a friend of mine. He's cooking curry.
Oh, wow.
Tasty. Curry, love it. [chuckles]
You know who this is?
- No. - Does the name "Arie Tack" ring a bell?
Not really, no.
He is a major drug criminal.
Oh.
Still nothing?
Maybe saw him on the news.
Dimitri Verhoeven.
I... don't know him.
Uh, Mr. Grootaers,
one of our teams did a search of the Marcosmetics warehouse last night.
What?
Three hundred liters of sassafras oil is missing. Where did it go?
- You're saying you broke in? - Three hundred liters, Mr. Grootaers.
- Used in production. - Of shampoo?
- Yeah. - And where is it now? Did you sell it?
- No. - Where is it, then?
You have no idea where they are now?
So maybe they were sold to, uh, Ferry Bouman?
Or Arie Tack maybe?
I'm telling you, I don't know him.
We found this item at his house.
One of your shampoo bottles?
Not a chance.
I said I don't know him at all.
Then how'd it get in his home?
Through Ferry Bouman?
Yeah, possibly. It was stolen, maybe?
An empty bottle?
Ask him then. I had nothing to do with that.
Arie Tack and Dimitri Verhoeven
were found dead this morning in the Meuse River.
[foreboding music intensifies]
- You think that I killed them? - You tell me.
Of course not.
Ferry Bouman?
I would like to have a moment, if I may, with my client.
Now. If you please.
It's his right.
What is this, man?
You know I'm a regular lawyer.
You call me when you have trouble with your taxes,
not for when you've been accused of drug dealing or of murder.
But I don't know those people!
So, what about the sassafras oil?
And this... this friend, this Ferry Bouman?
If you're not honest with me, I can't help you.
I put 300 liters aside, for him.
Okay. I'm not the right person to be helping you, Marco.
No, Willemijn, Willemijn, look. Please.
I don't know what to do.
Shit, man.
[Siegert clears throat] We're listening.
Inspector, the 300 liters that are missing from my client's inventory
were dumped while developing new shampoo.
Ah, so that's how you're playing it?
Yeah, it's the first shot for Mr. Grootaers at shampoo making.
That can sometimes require experimenting, you see. Trial and error.
If you're not charging my client with anything,
then you have to release him.
[Siegert] All right.
We'll write up the interrogation report so Mr. Grootaers can sign it.
And the magistrate will decide on any further action.
[plane engine roaring]
What is it?
Didn't sleep well?
Trouble at home.
What, with your wife?
What's up?
I don't wanna talk about it.
[Ricardo] Just let me do the talking, huh?
He's a big fish with a lot of money to spend.
We need to reel him in.
Salam aleikum.
Thank you so much for meeting us.
My name is Ricardo. This is Ferry Bouman.
[speaking in Arabic]
Mister Jassim is a big fan of Dutch delicacies.
Can you tell him we're really honored,
and that we're here to offer him some other Dutch delicacies?
Mmm.
[speaking in Arabic]
[translator] Is it true that Arie Tack is gone?
Yes. We're taking over. Transport and pills.
[Jassim] Bouman...
[speaking in Arabic]
Look around, gentlemen. What is this?
[annoyed sigh]
[speaking in Arabic]
[translator] Why would he need transport if he has a plane? He only needs pills.
No, no. We take care of the transport.
How much per pill?
Five euros, all-in.
[snickers]
[chortling]
We're meeting several potential partners.
What is this bullshit, man? Several potential partners?
Don't worry. He's playing hard-to-get. I'm gonna find out who the others are.
[phone ringing]
We have to talk.
Okay, sure, sweetie. I'll, uh, come over. Right away.
No, not here. Can't do it here.
Huh?
Maasmechelen Village, in an hour.
[Ferry] Where?
You act like you're gonna see a criminal or something.
Ferry.
Sorry.
Hey, if that's what you want, then I'll be right there.
See you soon.
My client is free to go, correct?
- Certainly. He's free to fly home. - [Williemijn] Thank you.
- For the time being. - That's uncalled for, Inspector.
Mr. Grootaers, you know this doesn't mean
the state prosecutor won't try to bring charges against you in the future.
Come on, Marco.
How long have you and your wife been running the hair salon?
- Twenty years. - Twenty years.
Ah, you seem like a hard worker.
A very successful tradesman.
- You've built something nice. - [Williemijn] Marco?
But you're on the cusp of losing all of that.
- You sure your friend Ferry is worth it? - [Williemijn] Inspector, please.
You know you can help put away the criminals here, Marco.
And I can help you.
But you have to admit your involvement.
[Williemijn] Nice try, Inspector, but there's nothing to admit.
[tense, cryptic music playing]
- Fuck. - [Williemijn] Marco?
- Oh, fuck. - Marco, are you all right?
It's all gone. And we're screwed. I mean screwed.
Calm down, Marco. Calm down. No one is screwed. You're free.
Yeah, but did you hear what they said to me? They know it all!
That may be true, but they don't have anything on you.
Otherwise they wouldn't have released you.
Trust me.
That's easy for you to say. I'm fucked. Completely fucked.
Fuck, Sabien?
- Fuck! - Marco. Listen to me.
Okay, just go home now. From now on you make shampoo.
And stay away from Ferry Bouman.
Okay?
Hey.
Hey...
So...
What's going on? What did your brother tell you?
Everything.
Why you were at the camping ground.
That you came for Jason and Davy.
So I did my own research.
To find out what you did in Amsterdam.
I know there were more killings there.
I saw a photo of you there, Fer, with my own eyes.
Our life together is based on big lies.
It means...
It means you're a murderer.
[distressing music playing]
[Ferry] Hmm.
[sputtering] Well, I... I mean, uh...
That...
That... was before I...
I'm not that guy anymore.
Now I'm different.
You made me different.
That doesn't change what happened.
I did it...
to save Lars and to...
protect you from what happened.
And Arie Tack?
Lars said he's also dead. Is that true?
Yeah, but I didn't do that.
I had no idea that that was gonna go down.
And the men who did kill him, are you working with them?
Well?
Then nothing is different.
If you want me to,
I'll stop.
I'll stop it all. Right now.
If I want you to?
- What do you want? - Does it matter what I want?
[somber, distressing music playing]
I fell in love with a person who doesn't even exist.
I have no idea who you are.
I just don't want my child growing up in that environment.
- Your child? That's my child, too. - Let me go. I'm leaving now.
- Stay right here. - Let me go!
- [passerby] Everything okay here? - Just stay out of it. Fuck off.
- Ma'am? - Yeah, it's okay. Ferry!
Am I speaking Chinese? Go fuck yourself.
- Okay, I'll leave, but let her go. - Fuck off!
Ferry, get away.
I'm staying here until we clean up this mess.
We are done speaking.
- I'm very sorry, but the lady... - [Ferry grunts]
Hey!
Damn it, Fer! Stop it!
[bone cracking]
[harsh, discordant music droning]
[Ferry moans]
- You all right? - Did he hurt you?
- What happened to you? - I... I...
- I wanna get out of here now. - Okay. Here, sweetie.
Oh shit.
[Sabien] If I were you, Daan, I'd put something on that right away,
because otherwise it will swell.
There's an ice pack in the freezer. Bottom shelf.
Be right there.
There you are.
Where were you all day? You don't pick up the phone anymore?
Oh, uh, I was busy with the paperwork.
- All day? - Yeah.
And...
[Sabien] Yeah?
I was there brainstorming over some new shampoos.
And I started thinking,
apple with ginger.
Apple with ginger?
Yeah, like, uh, Jonagold.
- Yeah, for the sweetness. - Marco! Hey!
We're in the middle of a big crisis. Danielle is breaking up with Ferry.
- What? - Yeah.
It's fucking horrible. Ferry flipped out in Maasmechelen Village.
Oh, fuck.
Did... Did Danielle say anything about what made him start to flip out?
No. Not a thing.
And you? Ferry?
What about me?
Just wondering if Ferry got in touch.
Did he want to talk?
Hey, are you sure you're okay?
Uh, yeah. No, no, it's just a lot.
Okay.
- Hey. - Hey.
Cup of tea?
Sure, thanks.
So what happened?
Nothing.
Did... Did Ferry do that?
It was an accident.
Fuck... Danielle...
Sabien told me about the break-up.
- Are you all right? - Yeah...
Is it definitely off?
I mean, for real?
Yeah.
This sounds a bit selfish, I know,
but... with all that happened,
I was wondering if it could have anything to do with Ferry's work.
'Cause I'm involved now.
You should've thought of that before, Marco.
So it is something with work.
Did Ferry do something stupid that can cause any kind of problem for me?
That whole mess with Arie Tack, that was on TV.
- Was Ferry involved? - Ferry is not who you think he is.
At least he's not who I thought he was.
Fuck.
I don't want anything to do with this crap any more.
You better think hard about putting an end to all of it as well.
And start talking to Sabien, because I am finished with telling lies.
- Danielle, Sabien can't ever know about... - Marco, this mess has to stop, all right?
Over and out. Sabien is my friend, you know?
If you don't tell her, then I'll tell her.
[low, foreboding music playing]
If you're looking for the snack bar, it's at the entrance.
I was looking for you, Mr. Ferry.
How do you know where I live?
I have my sources.
Now, if it's okay, I'd like to talk business.
I'm not in the mood.
I just need one minute of your time.
[suspenseful music playing]
Now you speak English all of a sudden?
Mr. Ferry, I represent a conglomerate of businessmen in the Middle East
who want to buy millions of your product each month.
- Yeah. - There's only one thing.
We want the pills, not the transportation.
Are you willing to sell to us directly?
[scoffs]
You want me to betray my partner?
Mmm, Mr. Ricardo doesn't need to know, and you'd benefit financially.
What is it with everyone? You can't just drop people like that.
For the right offer
anyone is dispensable.
Now, listen very carefully.
I'm gonna tell you two things. One, the price per pill is five euros.
And what you do with the pills is your problem.
You take the transport or you don't, but you pay my partner.
And two, if you ever come back here uninvited,
I'll blow your fucking brains out!
You understand?
Fuck you!
[dark, overwhelming music building]
[music trails off]
- Yo! - What?
[Ferry] Fuck off, man.
- Hey, Ferry. My man. - What is this fucking crap?
- Motherfucker! - Hey, I got this.
I don't have time for this bullshit.
All right, relax.
Just making sure you were trustworthy, understand?
I'm a man of my word.
Now we can do business.
Yeah, with who? With this piece of shit here?
Jerry works at the fuckin' airfield.
It was just a little joke. Made it all more real.
- Sorry, Ferry. - You shut your mouth, man!
Ferry... and Jerry.
Fuck off.
- Hey, let's celebrate. - Nothing to celebrate.
I got in touch with Tack's people.
Thirty million pills to make.
You still thinking about your little wife?
Fuck that, man.
We're going to Rio, New York, Tokyo.
Fuck the wives.
The world is yours.
A hundred and fifty million euros, Ferry.
Huh? Come on. Party time.
[rowdy rock music playing in distance]
[Sabien sighs]
Nice, huh?
[Marco] Hmm.
What's going on?
Uh, nothing.
I'm just relaxing with the love of my life.
[water stops churning]
Okay, Grootaers, what is it? You're acting so bizarre.
- Huh? - Am I?
[scoffs] Jonagold.
Really, Marco.
Come on, spill.
We don't ever keep secrets from each other, do we?
Sabby, baby...
"Sabby, baby"? [laughs]
Last time I heard you say that was when your driver's license was suspended.
What is it now?
Just... promise that you won't get too mad when I tell you.
[tense music playing]
Okay?
Please promise me?
Yeah, okay.
- Promise. - If you can let me finish, okay?
I've been so damn stupid. I know that.
Marco, what is it? You're starting to worry me...
I'm in the shit.
With Marcosmetics.
I bought some sassafras oil on Ferry's behalf.
And sassafras oil is...
not just used for making shampoo,
but you can use it
in Ecstasy preparation.
I can't believe...
What is it?
[sputtering] Well, the police are aware that some of the containers are missing.
Wait. You've been reselling this oil to drug men, or what?
Sabien, Ferry is making Ecstasy.
What?
I just thought... We're such good pals, we help each other,
and I make extra cash for us.
Have you lost your damn mind?
Are the police aware?
Marco?
Yeah.
They're aware of it.
What do they know exactly?
- All of it. - But...
How the hell can you be so stupid, Marco?
And why do it? You know we have everything.
- How stupid are you? - I know, I know. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
[whispering] Sorry. Sorry.
And what now?
Huh? They put you in prison, or what?
It's possible, yeah.
I'm afraid that I destroyed
everything we've worked for, everything we built.
- Oh my God. - Fuck!
Fuck.
They proposed a deal today.
Um, if I cooperate, if I betray Ferry, they might drop it.
- You said yes to them, I hope. - Well, I can't do that, though.
Ferry's a pal.
[disbelievingly] A pal?
- Hello, I'm your wife! - Shh, honey.
Try to calm down. Calm down.
Okay?
Did Danielle leave him because of that?
I don't know. I really don't.
I have no idea.
But she was aware of it?
She knew, yes.
But Danielle didn't want it like this. She didn't want to lie to you.
She knows about you?
With the police?
No.
I don't believe she does.
[somber, dramatic music playing]
I know that Ferry's no saint, but come on...
[stifling sobs] So... sorry. Sorry, sorry. Sorry.
Honey, I didn't know how to explain to you.
I'm not sure how all this happened. Fuck.
Go away.
- Get out. - Sab...
And don't come back until you've taken the deal with the police. And I mean it.
[somber, dramatic music continuing]
[dramatic music continuing]
[Siegert] So, Mr. Grootaers,
what's your decision?
If you promise to leave me and my wife alone...
I will help put Ferry Bouman in prison.
[suspenseful music building]
[somber outro music playing]